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Raj Shukla Poem
I realized how a gem-cutter turned into a potter
And turned me into beautiful pot to hold my emotions,
realized how a queen turned into a slave
And loved me as i wanted to be,
I realized how sweet essence turned into healer
And healed my wounds of heart which were unrecoverable,
I realized how our last bench conversation turned into love
And made me feel love again.
Copyright © Raj Shukla | Year Posted 2019
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Raj Shukla Poem
I kicked her for nine months,
Still she can't see me hurt;
I escaped get feed for five years,
Still she didn't stop feeding me;
I irritated her for about eight years,
Still she can't resist forgiving me;
I made her cry for about five years,
Still she can't see my eyes wet;
I call her mom not maa,
still she can't resist me calling beta!
Copyright © Raj Shukla | Year Posted 2019
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